Luck // Clark Kent

Midnight

        After I finally let my tears out, I felt like I can breathe easier, like the world on my shoulder was suddenly lift up. That's the only thing I like about crying. Hours later that time, my face felt heavy, then I was exhausted. Clark didn't talk about it, like something really fast happened and didn't see it. We went our day as if I didn't even cry at all, just the way I wanted to do.

        I've been staying in the hospital for days, with Clark helping me around. Perry has visited me and bid me a 'Get well soon' balloons and flowers, and Jonathan has been sending me old pictures and old videos of us together as he can't come.

        Zach has come around for a few hours then asked Clark if he needed to rest so he can take his turn but Clark has insisted that he'll be the one to take care of me. He's been away from work to assist me, and Perry has given him permit about it.

        Clark also left every day for an hour or two to entertain Shay while I slept and rest.

        The Police wanted to talk to me, about what happened the whole time I was captured, and about the men I killed months ago. I gave them a brief answer and that was all I said then they left. They gave me my bag before they did and found out that my gun was missing, remembering that I left it in my apartment when I needed it the most.

        I've confronted Clark. About Lois. When I heard him on the phone weeks ago. I was bothered. I didn't really ask him forthright.

        "You didn't have to stay to aid me, Clark," I said while I shifted on the bed. "I can handle on my own."

        He gave a light chuckle, "Someone has deeply cut you on your thigh, Jade. You can't even stand up properly without anyone's help."

        "There's a nurse?"

        "I've known you enough that you're not comfortable with strangers alone."

        I shrugged, "Well, won't Lois get bother by it that you're absent?"

        He furrowed his brows, "What's got this to do with her?"

        "You guys are in a relationship."

        "What?" His tone turned to surprise.

        "Come on, I heard you when we went to Winter Holiday. When you were on your phone." I chuckled, "You didn't even tell me. What kind of a friend are you?"

        He stuttered and shook his head, "I didn't know you heard." He ignored the topic, about her being his girlfriend.

        I apologized, "I'm sorry. I just eavesdropped, I was curious, nothing's wrong if you told me you know. Why weren't you so keen about me knowing?" I'll handle the pain anyway.

        "I don't know, really," he murmured, "And I shouldn't have asked her out when I was confused. I was thinking I would break it off in time."

        I pursed my lips, "You told me kissing her felt wrong, I don't understand why you would ask her."

        He shrugged and looked down, "I guess I just wanted to make sure what I truly felt."

        We didn't continue the conversation, he looked unhappy about it and that was a day ago.

        I curled up in the hospital bed, I couldn't sleep. My eyes were shut tightly, gripping the thin blanket around my damaged body as if it would protect me any further.

        It was midnight and Clark has left for the restroom. I felt the breeze became colder, seeping through the useless cloth you call blanket. I slowly opened my eyes and saw the window was widely not closed. Gusting in the icy wind.